This sleepy little galaxy,
lost in the milieu of a billion others,
is filled with song and the finite
thrum of human hearts.
This glow-in-the-dark Milky Way,
whose pin-wheel arms
are spun with satin stars,
emits Mozart from its crevices.
This nondescript spiral,
axled upon a super-massive black-hole,
frisbees across the universe,
curving it with the maths of Einstein.
Space travelers are we all,
learning the gravitation-crawl.
A contest entry
- I know youre out there, so give me something. by InfiniteAbsolution.
1300 points, ended September 4, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Great!!
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My precious jewel receives a comment!
I'm going to re-submit this piece somewhere as a pre-write. It's been annoying getting no feedback on it before now. But, knowing that it brought you enjoyment, Emma, makes it all the sweeter. :-)
Brian
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